Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 15:59:15 -0500 (EST)
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Next Generation, chapter 28

Castaway Hotel: Next Generation -- by BW
Copyright 2011 by billwstories
Chapter 28 -- The Sentencing.

The D.A. called the next day and informed us the
sentences were to be announced the following Tuesday.
He also told us Elliot would be allowed to speak at that
time, if he wished.  Danny and Brandon immediately
began to make arrangements so they could take off work
again and then notified the school that Elliot would be out
that day as well.

The wait in between was actually more difficult than it
was while we were waiting for the trial to begin.  It was
even worse than waiting to see what happened at the trial
on a day-to-day basis, especially for Elliot.  During this
time, he was busy thinking about what he wanted to say
and how he was going to say it.  Even though Danny and
Brandon checked in on him and offered to help, Elliot felt
he had to do this on his own.  Respecting his wishes,
Danny and Brandon allowed him to do this his way.

The night before the sentencing, Elliot was a complete
wreck.  He was nervous, jittery and bouncing from room to
room.  We just couldn't get him to calm down, since he
was unable to deal with the turmoil welling inside him.
Eventually, Jesse took him upstairs, to see if he could do
something that we couldn't.  Rather than speak to him,
Jesse embraced Elliot in a very lengthy and tender kiss.

At first, Elliot seemed a little resistant to his efforts, but
eventually he began to relax and respond to Jesse's kiss.
Their tongues dueled, but did so tenderly, and Elliot
quickly allowed himself the luxury of enjoying this simple
pleasure.  Their hands also began to roam, but since they
still had their clothing on, it didn't elicit the same results.
Realizing this, the boys began to undress each other, as
their passion took over and Elliot's emotional turmoil was
put behind him for a few moments.

Once they were naked, Jesse began to attack Elliot's body,
since he wanted him to forget his concerns and no longer
worry about what was going to happen the next day.  To
do this, he got between Elliot's legs and lifted them up.
His head dropped to Elliot's butt and he rimmed Elliot
with more passion and commitment to pleasing him than
he had ever done before.  Elliot was moaning and
squirming about, as he was enjoying what Jesse was doing
to him.  Then he felt Jesse began working his way up to
his dick, which was standing tall and proud, and then
Jesse suddenly stopped.

Elliot lifted his head up slightly, so he could look down to
see what Jesse was up to.  That's when Elliot noticed
Jesse had the lube, so he only paid halfhearted attention
to what he was doing.  He saw Jesse put some lube on his
finger and then move that hand to his butt, but Elliot
wasn't sure why.  Then Jesse got on the bed beside him,
slowly straddled his waist and reached behind him.  The
next thing Elliot felt was Jesse's hand on his dick and
then it was enveloped by something warm and moist.
Elliot thought Jesse was giving him a blowjob, but that
couldn't be.  Jesse's head was nowhere near his penis.
Then it dawned on him.  Jesse had just sat on his cock.

Slowly, Jesse's body rose and dropped on Elliot's erection,
and he gently squeezed his anal muscles each time he
lifted up.  Elliot found it hard to believe, but he was
actually fucking Jesse and was overwhelmed by how good
it felt.  Instinctively, Elliot began to thrust his hips
upward, to mirror Jesse's actions, which quickly brought
him to the point of no return.  After a minute or so of this
activity, Elliot drove his penis as far into Jesse as it would
go and then his dick spit out its love juice.  Exhausted,
Elliot lay on the bed and slowly passed out.

When Elliot regained consciousness a few minutes later,
he was still enjoying the afterglow of this experience.
Then he looked at Jesse, smiled and spoke.

"Thank you.  That was awesome," he gushed.  "I wasn't
expecting anything like this to happen."

"I know and I don't think I broke Dad, Danny or Brandon's
rules by doing it," Jesse answered.  "I think they only
meant they didn't want me sticking my dick in your butt,
not that they wanted to keep you from doing it to me.
Besides, I thought you needed something special tonight.
You were acting really messed up."

"Yeah, I know," Elliot confirmed.  "I'm just trying to work
out what I want to say tomorrow.  I think I'm set on what
I want to cover, but what you just did certainly made me
relax and I feel a whole lot better now."

Since Elliot had admitted this, Jesse told him not to worry
about getting him off tonight.  He said he could wait, but
he was glad this had done what he'd intended it to do.
Jesse then wrapped his arms around Elliot and they
cuddled together.  A short time later, they fell asleep and
spent the night wrapped in each other's arms.

Tuesday morning, the four of us were up early, but I was
up before the rest of them.  In fact, I was already dressed
before they awoke, so they rushed through their
preparations, as they got ready for the big day in court.
Once they'd finished, we took Elliot out for breakfast first,
since his fathers felt Elliot would do better in court if he
had something in his stomach beforehand.  They also felt
it might give him something else to think about, if we did
this somewhere other than at home, so we took him to
I.H.O.P.

Unfortunately, Danny and Brandon still had to spend quite
a bit of their time trying to get Elliot to calm down,
because he was wound tighter than an old-fashioned
corset.  Elliot was chomping at the bit to be able to speak
his mind, but we wanted him to do this in a calm and
rational fashion.  It wasn't easy, but they eventually got
their son to relax a bit.

After we finished eating, we drove over to the courthouse
and made the long walk to the courtroom.  We were then
led to another room to wait, which had a closed circuit TV
in it, so we could see what was going on inside.  The D.A.
was still trying to keep Elliot's identity shielded from the
press, so this was what we had to do until Elliot was called
in.

Danny and Brandon spent their time watching the
monitor, as they tried to determine who else was in the
courtroom.  While they were doing this, Elliot had calmed
down and was totally focused on what he was going to say.
I merely kept my eyes on all of them, to see how they
were reacting and holding up.

As the judge entered the courtroom, everyone inside was
told to rise.  Once they were all seated again, the judge
prepared to read the sentences.  Contrary to what we had
been expecting, this was done first, before Elliot was given
his chance to speak.

"Gerald Conte, as per your plea agreement," the judge
began, "you are hereby sentenced to a term of twenty-five
years for your role as an accomplice to murder.  Your
sentence will be carried out at a facility to be determined
by the Department of Correction."

"Charles Grant and Henry Rhodes, for your part is this
despicable and cold-blooded murder, you are hereby each
sentenced to serve a term of life in prison, without the
possibility of parole.  Your sentences will also be carried
out at a facility to be determined by the Department of
Correction."

I think each of us breathed a huge sigh of relief after
hearing the sentences announced and then the courtroom
was cleared of all non-essential personnel again, so Elliot
could speak.  Danny, Brandon and Elliot were anxious to
get into the courtroom, once everyone else had been led
into the hallway.  Once the courtroom was empty, they
were summoned in, so Elliot could address the court.

Danny and Brandon stayed back and let Elliot move
forward, so he could do this on his own.  After Elliot was
told he could begin, he turned, looked at the defendants
and began to speak his mind.  With more courage than any
of us thought possible for a young man his age, he stood
and faced the defendants' table, so he could stare each of
them in the eye.

"I hate you for what you did," he began.  "You killed my
father and for what?  You did it just because he stopped
you from picking on that poor waitress at the diner.  How
stupid can you be?

"I doubt you care, but just so you know, you took
everything from me.  You stole my dad, and in doing so,
you took away my other relatives on my dad's side of the
family, his parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and
cousins too.  He was all the family I had, so he can't tell
me about them now, because I'm the only one left.  I'll
never be able to ask my dad who I am or where I come
from, and that may not matter to a bunch of trash like
you, but it matters to me.

"In a way," Elliot continued, "you also stole my mom from
me too.  I wanted him to tell me about her too, but now he
can't do that.  I can ask her Danish relatives, but how
often will I see them and how close were they to her?
They wouldn't know nearly as much about her as my dad
would."

Elliot paused momentarily, probably because he had begun
to choke up, but this lull didn't last long.  A few moments
later, he began again.

"You wiped out generations of my family history,
traditions and memories, because I have no other way to
learn about them now.  I was there that night.  I know
what you did and I'll have to live with those memories
until the day I die.  I've never felt hate for someone
before, like I feel for you.

"At first, I wanted you dead.  I couldn't think of anything
better than each of you getting the death penalty, but that
would be too good for you.  I hope you rot in hell for what
you did, but before that happens, I hope every day of your
life in prison is a fresh hell, filled with beatings, getting
raped and lots of pain.  God, I hate you!  You're nothing
but filthy, stupid, pathetic, fucking drunks!" Elliot
shouted.

He seemed to be coming unglued at this point, but he
stopped his rant and focused on one of the defendants.  It
appeared as if a smirk was spreading across the man's
face.

Danny and Brandon could see Elliot was starting to lose
control at this point, so they moved in his direction,
hoping to comfort him.  Before they could reach him
though, Elliot began to walk in the direction of the
defendants.  Seeing this, Danny and Brandon doubled their
pace and reached out to prevent him from going further,
but just as they were about to grab him, Elliot lunged
across the defendants' table.

"You rotten son of a bitch!  You think it's funny?" Elliot
shouted, as he tried to get his hands around the
defendant's throat.

Danny and Brandon scrambled to get a grip on him, before
he could reach his targets, and then struggled to pull him
back.  Elliot wasn't about to give up easily and continued
to fight with every ounce of strength he had in him.
Seeing him struggle to break free, it was apparent Elliot
was determined to reach the men that had taken his
father from him, so he could pay them back for what
they'd done.

Once Danny and Brandon managed to pull Elliot away
from the table, which wasn't an easy task, the defendants'
lawyers stepped out and positioned themselves between
Elliot and their clients.  They did this to prevent Elliot
from repeating his actions, should he break free from his
fathers.  While the defense attorneys were doing this, the
D.A. and bailiff joined Danny and Brandon and did what
they could to help restrain Elliot.  With his adrenaline
flowing, Elliot was a handful, even for the four of them.
Everyone still in the courtroom could see the hatred and
disgust on his face, as well as note his determination to
reach those men and his unwillingness to leave quietly.

While this was going on, the sheriff's deputies, who had
transported the defendants from the jail earlier, had raced
to the defense table to keep the prisoners from trying
anything.  The deputies quickly grabbed the defendants
and forced them back into their seats, and then stood
behind them to prevent them from attempting to escape
or doing anything more to Elliot than they had already
done.  It was a very frightening and tense situation.

The deputies ultimately decided to remove the defendants
from the courtroom, while Danny, Brandon, the D.A. and
the bailiff were busy dragging Elliot in the other direction.
It took all of them to wrestle Elliot into the hallway, and
then Danny and Brandon attempted to calm him down.
While they were doing this, the bailiff and D.A. blocked the
doors leading back into the chamber, just in case Elliot
decided to renew his attack.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Danny
asked, once Elliot started to regain a modicum of control.

"That son of a bitch was laughing!" Elliot shouted, while
tensing up again.  "That fucker shot my dad and acted like
this was just a big joke.  I saw that and it made me want to
rip his fucking throat out."

"You could have been hurt doing that," Brandon reasoned.
"They're in handcuffs, but that doesn't mean they aren't
still dangerous."

"I don't care!" Elliot screamed.  "He's not going to laugh
at me too, not after everything else he's done."

It took some time, but Danny and Brandon finally got
Elliot to regain some control over his emotions.  He'd had
his say in court and was able to vent a lot of the pent up
rage, while releasing some of the hostility he felt toward
the defendants.  Now, Danny and Brandon knew they had
to take him home, because it was time for Elliot to begin
moving on with the rest of his life.  They no longer wanted
him to dwell on what had happened or continue to worry
about how those men were paying for what they'd done.  It
was time to put this to rest, once and for all.

After they reached the car, Elliot began to realize what
he'd done and started to feel badly about it.  After we were
all seated inside, Elliot spoke to us.

"Dads, Papa, I'm sorry for what I did back there -- not to
those... those... assholes, but to you guys.  I'm sorry I
made you worry about me and I'm sure I probably gave you
some elbows and maybe even scratched you, when I was
trying to get at that piece of shit.  I'm sorry for that, and
I'm sorry I lost my cool, but I just couldn't take him
laughing at me.  When he started to smile, and then laugh
-- well, I... I lost it," he stammered.

"We know that was hard for you," Brandon assured him,
"but you need to learn how to control your emotions AND
your temper.  It may not have happened this time, but
possibly next time an outburst of that nature will create
even bigger problems than you already have.  Please,
Elliot, work on that temper and learn some self-restraint."

Elliot looked a little sheepish, because he knew Brandon
was right.  He hung his head and it was a few seconds
before he began to speak again.

"I'm not normally like that," Elliot said.  "I just can't help
it sometimes and it really eats at me when I see someone
looking so smug and cocky after they've done something
so awful.  It just makes me feel like I have to make them
pay for what they've done."

"They're going to pay.  You heard the sentence," Danny
asserted.  "Doing something as rash as you did today
could place you in a very dangerous situation.  The person
you're going off on might have a weapon or he could have
friends near by that will jump in to help him.  On the
other hand, if you were actually able to succeed in
harming him, then you could be the one ending up in
court and being sentenced as a criminal, no matter how
pure your intentions.  You just have to learn to control
your emotions and not act so impulsively."

"I'll try," Elliot agreed.  "I really will."

"We hope you do," Brandon concurred, "but in the
meantime, maybe you should come speak with us first,
before you act out.  Okay?"

"I didn't really have an opportunity to do that in this case,
but I see your point.  I'll give it a shot, but don't get angry
if I sometimes can't resist the urge to act," Elliot offered.

"Just make sure you do find a way to resist the urge,"
Danny countered, "because that's exactly what we're
talking about."

Elliot merely nodded and then we made the trip home.
The house was empty when we first got back, because the
others wouldn't be out of school for a couple more hours
or so.  In the meantime, Elliot went up to his room and lay
on his bed.  I don't think he went to sleep, but merely lay
on the mattress and reflected upon what had transpired.

When Jesse came home, he asked us what had happened
in court, before he went to find Elliot.  He thought it
would be best that he get that information from us first,
so he didn't get Elliot all riled up again.  Needless to say,
Jesse was stunned when we told him what Elliot had done.

"Wow!  He really did that?" Jesse asked.  "He actually
tried to get to that guy and it took four guys to pull him
off?"

"Yes, that's exactly what happened," I told him.  "It was
quite a scene."

"Damn.  I guess I'd better be careful about getting him
pissed at me then," Jesse joked.  "Maybe it was a good
thing that Ricky didn't wake up when we pulled those
pranks on him, not for us, but for him.  From what you
just told me, I think Elliot would have beat Ricky's ass, if
Ricky had come after him."

"You may be right about that," I agreed.  "I was a little
skeptical when he suggested he'd have been able to take
Ricky down at Christmas, but after seeing him in action
today, I'm beginning to believe it might be possible."

"I think I'd like to see who'd come out on top in that
fight," Jesse confirmed.

"Just don't start instigating anything or I'll be coming
after you next," I warned.

"Oh, don't worry," Jesse replied.  "I know better than to
get something started, because I don't want to end up in
the middle of it."

"Smart boy," I stated, while giving him a smack on the
rear, for good measure.

Once Jesse finished talking to me, he went upstairs to
find Elliot.  Elliot was still on his bed, but he quickly sat
up when Jesse walked into the room.

"They got life!" Elliot exclaimed.  "The bastards won't ever
be able to do that to anyone else -- ever again."

"That's great," Jesse agreed, "but I also heard you
practically started a riot in the courtroom.  Damn, you'd
better be careful.  I don't think you want to end up in
prison with them."

"Yeah.  Who told you?" Elliot wondered.

I think he was slightly embarrassed that one of us had told
Jesse about what happened already.

"I saw it on Jerry Springer," Jesse joked.  "Brawling
convicts or something like that."

After saying this, Jesse let out a maniacal laugh.

"Yeah, it probably is something that would end up on
Springer," Elliot agreed.  "I'm not proud of what I did, but
the guy just pissed me off."

"I see," Jesse stated.  "I'll try to remember never to do
that then."

Now, they both had a good laugh.

Later, when the boys came down to dinner, Elliot's earlier
actions also became fodder for the dinner table.  Everyone
was teasing him, unmercifully, about what had happened
in court.  They razzed him about nearly knocking over the
D.A. and bailiff, which hadn't actually happened, so he
could get at his father's murderer.  This was all done in
fun, as they continued to joke about Elliot tossing the
lawyers and other court officials around like rag dolls, just
before Elliot tore the defendants up, like a vicious
junkyard dog.

"How about that language?  I didn't even know you knew
that many swear words," Jesse teased.

"Ha!  I didn't until I met you," Elliot shot back.

That wrapped up the good-natured ribbing and even Elliot
was getting a chuckle out of how the others were
portraying and embellishing his lapse of judgment.
Regardless of how humorous they made it, he still got the
point and wouldn't be doing anything like that again, at
least not anytime soon.

The rest of the night passed fairly quietly.  I think we were
all reflecting on the fact that those men were definitely
going to be paying for what they did.  Who knows, with the
way things go in prison, they might actually get what they
deserve, as Elliot wished for them.  Possibly they will get
raped, beaten or even killed while they are locked up, but I
hope they don't expect any of us to shed a tear for them,
if any of that does happen.

At bedtime, Jesse and Elliot went up to Elliot's room.
Even though they no longer needed to, they still spent
most nights in with each other.  Tonight was no
exception.  As soon as they closed the door, Elliot spoke.

"I want to thank you again, for what you did last night,"
Elliot told him.  "It was really awesome and it helped me
sleep better too.  I don't know if that would have been
possible, if you hadn't done it for me."

"You're welcome and that's exactly what I was hoping,"
Jesse confirmed.  "You know, if you want to, I'd be willing
to let you do that again tonight."

Elliot looked surprised by the offer.

"You don't have to and it's not why I said anything," Elliot
explained.  "It's just that it really did help me out last
night."

"And I'm willing to give you that same help tonight,"
Jesse reiterated.

"But I owe you tonight," Elliot countered.  "You did that
for me, but I didn't do anything for you."

"That didn't bother me," Jesse told him.  "I was worried
about you and I took care of myself this morning."

Jesse laughed after admitting this.

"I'm sorry I didn't do it for you," Elliot apologized, looking
sheepish.

"No, it was fine," Jesse confirmed.  "So do you want to do
that again tonight?"

"You really don't mind?" Elliot asked again, to be sure.

"Not at all," Jesse agreed.  "This time I'll lay on my
stomach and you can do the work.  Last night tired me
out."

Elliot looked at Jesse, wondering what he meant, when
Jesse burst out laughing again.  This let Elliot know he
was only joking about getting tired out.  However, after
they got undressed, Jesse did lie on his stomach and then
told Elliot what to do, after he'd lubed both of them up.

"I know you're already as stiff as a steel rod," he joked,
"so just get between my legs and push your dick down,
until it's lined up with my butt hole.  Then all you have to
do is push it in slowly.  Once you're in, then you may go
at any pace that makes you happy.  I'll just warn you that
the slower you go, the longer it lasts and the better you'll
feel."

Jesse then prepared for Elliot to enter him, but he wasn't
worried that Elliot would hurt him.  He'd taken much
bigger dicks than what Elliot had, so he knew this
wouldn't be bad at all.  He'd just try to make Elliot feel the
best he could.

Elliot was surprised that the anal ring gave some
resistance, but not that much.  Once he entered, he tried
to do what Jesse had suggested and go as slowly as he
could.  The problem was, the better it felt, the faster he
wanted to go.  With that in mind, it wasn't long before he
was doing an all out sprint toward the finish line.

Elliot grunted loudly as he drove his dick home for a final
time, and then he felt his cock twitch several times, as his
love juice spurted from the tiny opening.  Elliot thrust in
and out a few more times after that, as he drained
whatever liquid was left in it.  Totally spent, he then
collapsed on Jesse's back.

Seeing Elliot isn't very heavy, this wasn't a problem for
Jesse, nor was it uncomfortable.  He merely allowed Elliot
to remain there until he had recovered and then slowly
pulled out.  When this happened, Jesse rolled over, to see
how Elliot was feeling.

"Look, last night and tonight were special and I don't want
you to tell anyone else that we did this," Jesse warned.
"I'm not sure if it broke Dad, Danny or Brandon's rules,
but I don't think it did.  The thing is, I don't want Jordan
and Nicky to get mad at me either.  They asked to do this
with me before and I told them I couldn't do it with them
yet, so I don't want them to get upset if they find out I did
it with you."

"Don't worry.  It's our secret," Elliot agreed.

"I only did this for you last night and tonight because of
what you've been going through," Jesse confessed, "so
don't expect to do it again, until we have definite
permission from my dad and yours."

"Okay, I understand," Elliot agreed, "but thank you for
being so sweet."

Having said that, Elliot leaned in and gave Jesse a very
warm and loving kiss.  This evolved into something more
passionate and before long they were entangled in a very
loving embrace.  This continued for several minutes,
before Elliot decided it was time to help Jesse get off,
which he did orally.

Once he finished, both boys' sexual desires were sated and
they lay next to each other for a few minutes, before they
moved again.  When this happened, the boys decided it
was time to get up and shower, so they could get some
sleep.  They both had school in the morning and neither
wanted to be smelly or tired when it was time to get up.